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Chorus: I am a weaver, a Calton weaver. I am a brash and a roving blade. I have silver in my britches. And I follow a roving trade Chorus As I walked into Glasgow city. Nancy Whiskey I did smell. I walked in, sat down beside her. Seven long years I loved her well. Chorus The more I kissed her, the more I knew her. The more I loved her, the more she smiled. I forgot my mother's teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiled. Chorus Woke up early in the mornin', lying half way off the bed. I tried to rise but was not able. Nancy damb near knocked me dead. Chorus I'll gang back to the Calton weaving; surely make those shuttles fly. I'll make more at the Calton weaving than ever I did in a roving way. Chorus So come all ye weavers, ye Calton weavers, all ye weavers where e're ye be. Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey. She'll ruin you like she ruined me!